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As plazmasniper2 stepped out of the cloning machine, I couldn't help but to gaze at his still steaming body, chiseling abs and wet hair. From under his bangs a pair of curious light blue eyes was seemingly looking into the nothingness, but really subconciously i knew - he was waiting for my next move. I blushed trying to keep my eyes from looking down, but i physically couldn't stop myself. I felt a twitch in my panties. His perfect nose, a beauty mark right under and red puffy lips. He grinned in a seductive, bratty manner as i kept going down and down, onto his bulky shoulders, perfectly round small pink nipples settled on a big wide chest like two diamonds on display - as i kept going down onto his abs I felt myself leak a little. He took a step closer growling as I could finally smell his sweet sweaty odor combined with the cloning juices. But that wasn't the only thing filling the air - I could physically feel the intent, the raw sexual tension and desire in the air. I couldn't dare look lower. I closed my eyes and with a single tear flowing from my eye started going down to my knees. The cold sterile floor of the lab couldn't match the heat of desire i felt at that time as he kept inching closer and closer... To be continued.
Only his hot breathing and slow steps echoing through the lab broke the tense silence. I finally looked at it and I couldn't get a single word out. As he stopped inches away from my face I saw precum leaking from the massive pink head - if you asked me at that time I would have thought it's a giant snake with a single eye. The veins looked like roads and the shaft wiggled a bit before standing upright. It covered my face with a long shadow and I gulped nervously. "W-wait! - I finally muttered - "B-but you-!" "But I **what**?" - He grinned even harder clearly taking pleasure in my fear. To him I was prey. - "Wasn't supposed to turn out like this huh?" He laughed as my soft cheecks touched the ground and I started panting. "T-the calculations must have been wrong..." - I said as I started slithering away on my butt. - "You don't understand! I made you to-!" "To be your cocksleeve, huh? You think that's what you wanted. But the disproportion in testosterone in the mix wasn't a mistake." - His eyes now resembled those of a hawk. - "You subconciously did it, but with purpose. I know this, because you created me to think like you." "W-we can talk about it!" - I cried out desperately. "There will be no talking, slut. I'll give you what you really want." Plazmasniper2 slapped his titanic, bulbous cock. The sounds resembled a whirring engine. Panicked, I started looking for a way to freedom. This **isn't** what I wanted at all! To my right, above my head I saw a red danger switch. I launched for it and before plazmasniper2 could grab me I managed to flip it. As he pinned me down he growled and whispered: "This changes nothing, whore." Just then the two-part door hissed and opened, and in it I saw the powerful figure of Crossmayday, my personal bodyguard. I sighed in relief as plazmasniper2 let go off me, stood upright and cracked his knuckles. The two stared eachother down for a few seconds and I noticed Crossmayday's pants were bulging a little. To be continued...